Novel & Cerita Spoiled Rotten By My Uncles Chapter 1

I almost slipped my hands into them when I remembered the words of Marianna in her letter, asking me to take care of her daughter. Rather than do just that, I was here, about to fuck her. The thought of it made me flinch and pulled away to her surprise. "Fuck!" I exclaimed as I backed off. I turned away from her and ran my fingers through my hair in frustration. "Fuck!" I screamed. "This is wrong. This is fucking wrong," I muttered as guilt hit me. I was supposed to be her uncle yet this was what I was doing with my niece. She didn't say a word. I did not expect her to. She was probably too embarrassed to look at me. I heard her bend over, obviously to grab her towel.

The sight of him made my stomach curl, although I didn't let it show. This man had known me since I was a toddler, and he probably watched me take my first step. I had to make this story so believable, a narrative that would make him swallow the hook, line, and sinker. Despite the trouble brewing, I still managed to wear a smile, not too widely but politely. I needed to look strong for the family. For my enemies. For myself. “Hi Uncle Michael,” I greeted, my voice low yet steady. He got on his feet with the support of his walking stick, extending his hand to me.

Thank God I had eaten before going to the library; if I hadn’t, I might already be dead. Two days in darkness, and I had begun to know them—not by sight, but by their voices. There were four. Caleb. It was the voice that silenced me that first day. He spoke with a slow anger, steady and deliberate, the kind that promised pain. I guessed he was the one in charge here, the leader among them. Godwin. Always shouting, always snarling at me as though I were the root of his problems. Every time he opened his mouth, the air reeked of bitterness.

I feel like that little girl again without a voice, who stayed silent when they were calling me names and beating me up. Someone rings the doorbell, and we all exchange glances. "I hope your uncle came back early from the work trip so that he can kick you out himself," Aunt Celia sighs before getting up. "Damien! Please come in," she says from the kitchen. Her voice is suddenly filled with fake pleasantness, and everything feels like childhood all over again. They are going to gang up on me. I suddenly feel a renewed sense of hatred for Damien. "Hello, ma," he says to Aunt Celia.

My hatred for him wasn't particularly deep before, but with the recent news, it began to take root. And now him stealing a kiss from me and feeling annoyed after wards. I could not help it. His uncle literally ripped my entire life away from me, orphaned me once again and made me homeless. That was not some one I could like. And it would be worse if the time came and alpha Henry was hesitant to kill his uncle for all that he had done. That would make me so mad. And now I had a chip in my neck that I wasn't really sure of its capabilities.

My uncle was in an atrocious condition, his body battered and bloodied. He was strapped to a chair, his hands suspended above him, and his legs impaled by metal rods. Despite his torment, he managed a weak smile upon seeing me. “Look who we have here, my one and only niece,” he uttered, his words strained by the pain he was enduring. I glanced back at Vincenzo, who offered me a reassuring look. Summoning my courage, I smiled nervously and walked towards my uncle. My heart raced in anticipation. I wasn't sure if I was truly prepared for the revelations I was about to hear.

It explained why he hadn't noticed me yet. This wasn’t the man from last night. This wasn’t the one who told me I was alive because he allowed it. This was something else. He looked dangerous but I think I know Dante, he can't be as bad as he looks. I exhaled sharply and stepped back. This was exactly what I wasn’t going to do. I was not going to stand here and stare at…. “At my uncle,” I muttered under my breath. It all felt wrong. It had always been a title more than anything real. I think I called him that out of respect, distance, or maybe boundary. I was starting to realize didn’t feel as solid as it should.

However, it was kind of something I needed to read to get more information on the mystery called Lavender. The more I read, the more I realized the tone was changing. It was becoming darker. “Today, Uncle Ron had some friends over. They were acting so weird around me. I had to serve them drinks and remind them nonstop that I was only eighteen. But it seemed like these hungry hyenas had been waiting for me to turn eighteen. One of them smacked my ass, and I slapped him. I couldn’t not defend myself, and then—they all beat me up while my uncle yelled, ‘I deserved it for being defensive.’ It was the most humiliating moment for me.”

Their relationship was perfect at the start, with neither bothered about money or the future since they had each other. Their love had been pure and uncorrupted until his grandfather died. The old man whose empire was been the largest and most successful in the state had willed everything to Jonah’s uncle and left the rest of the family with nothing. They all believed that the uncle who had always been a greedy schemer had tricked the old man into giving him everything before he died. Unfortunately, no one could fight back because he now had all the power like he always wanted.

Most of the employees had gone home, and the quiet office made our steps sound loud. The beautiful twilight sky was the main sight as we walked out, but things took a turn for the worse when Jack appeared with an angry face. With his clothes disheveled, Jack took a wide step towards me and James. Even his hair was a mess, as if he had just been electrocuted. "I can't accept this, Uncle! This is completely inappropriate!" Without preamble Jack shouted like a man possessed. James and I stared at each other uncomprehendingly. We'd had a quiet day, but Jack was always the troublemaker.